Friends Lyrics

Friends lyrics

f/ Kokane



rtist: Tha Eastsidaz f/ Kokane

Album:  Duces 'N Trayz... The Old Fashioned Way

Song:   Friends

Typed by: jay_beezy_b_ez@hotmail.com

 

[Kokane]

Life is much mo' precious

Than you'll think

Like a game'll make yo chips sink

It's so hard

Hard to trust a smile and face

When niggas got intentions already taking yo place

Keep my head up and stand tall

If I stumble, then I'll fall

Will you pick me up at all?

Will you pick me up at all?

I'm a keep it gangsta till my end

Cause some people do pretend

And ain't too many of us that we can call friends

That we can call friends

Ohhhhhhh

 

[Goldie Loc]

Now all I gotta do is keep my head up

And walk a straight line when fake friends won't mind

But I'm kind-hearted

And don't like being stepped on

If I wasn't real, I wouldn't be in this position

Like that, dogg, I got a whole lot to say

I'm by myself with my rhymes when we kick it all day

Lil' Jay used to say I'd never be nobody

But you know what I never do?

Smoke it off like Gotti

Five million dollar hits puttin in saxophones

Tray Deee & Snoop, we sound good on this microphone

I never threaten nobody to make it happen

Let me show you how we eat a full meal off this rappin'

But if I had a chance to give it back

I'd give it to the ones who helped me do that

Do that, straight from the heart

Eastside till I die

We ain't no contract friends, we doggs for life

 

[Tray Deee]

It's a trip how we Crip

Suppose the enemies still

With both sides ride causing plenty of tears

Insane's and 20's both from the same city

A bunch of down niggas and it ain't that many

Me, C, and the G can think back to the start

Homies chillin', getting high, shooting craps in the park

And having a heart

To get 'em up if it was beef

Head up like G's, take it out in the street

Hold ya own was the code that I growed to view

So I fucked with and stuck with a chosen few

But Snoop Dogg, you can call me, whatever the case

And homie that ain't nothing that the set could erase

You put me with the homie, Goldie, though we never had spoke

A Insane with a 20, now we hell of a close

And y'all kids, my kids, so we family now

Cause I could never see you doing bad without

And that's real

 

[Kokane]

Life is much mo' precious

Than you'll think

Like a game'll make yo chips sink

It's so hard

Hard to trust a smile and face

When niggas got intentions already taking yo place

Keep my head up and stand tall

If I stumble, then I'll fall

Will you pick me up at all?

Will you pick me up at all?

I'm a keep it gangsta till my end

Cause some people do pretend

And ain't too many of us that we can call friends

That we can call friends...

 

[fades out]